
Saturday, August 9
Last weekend was the Festival d'Envol et Macadam, with concerts around town, including Limoilou, a 25 min. walk north of the residence.
Saturday night: saw Guttermouth, a punk group from California. The band definitely knew how to work the crowd. Beware of flying promotional material...
Sunday: returned to l'Ile d'Orleans and the Montmorency falls with friends. This time, we did a tour of the entire island - nearly 3 hrs. Bought raspberries at a roadside market; climbed a tower on the east end of the island, overlooking the many fields and the St. Lawrence; and discovered that, if you spot "grilled cheese" on a menu in Quebec, it's pronounced "gree cheese."
That night, saw Sloan play in Limoilou. The Halifax natives played the UVic cafeteria in '96, and I saw them again in summer '01 at an outdoor festival on Citadel Hill, Halifax. Very upbeat, energetic show, with the bandmembers rotating guitar and drum duties.
Wednesday evening: both classes and others from residence went onboard a catamaran in the Vieux Port. After a tour past the Chateau, we sailed to Montmorency falls to catch the final night of fireworks.
Turns out, there were many other passengers onboard, including a wedding party. A guitarist played a wide-ranging set, including Pink Floyd, U2, Cat Stevens and Cindi Lauper.
Nearing the falls, the ship suddenly lurched forward, sending a few
people to the floor. Felt like someone hit us, but the crew later assured us that the engine stalled. (According to the news, it was both: the engine stalled and, losing control of steering, we hit the stern of a larger ship.)
At the falls, it began raining, then cleared somewhat as the fireworks began. The stern quickly filled with raincoat-clad, umbrella-toting passengers. Those of us who didn't think ahead tried peering out the windows, then assembled on the bow when the rain lightened. The fireworks were good, but many simply illuminated the fog.
Thursday: Festival de la Nouvelle France has begun, with events taking place nearby the residence. Many around town in 18th century period costume. Traffic is nasty. The drive from residence to the Ste.-Foy malls, usually 20 mins, took 40. So my roommate and I were late meeting a friend for dinner - the same friend I'm usually late meeting for Tuesday night movies. (Patience is a virtue, right?)
Friday: nearly all of us from both classes headed to a classmate's family cabin in Becancour, near Trois-Rivieres. We crossed the Quebec bridge and took the highway along the St. Lawrence. Stopped at a cheese factory along the way for fresh Gouda curds. Very squeaky...
The cabin lies along a gravel road, near the St. Lawrence. Fired up the BBQ and had hot dogs and steak. At dusk, we started a bonfire and by 2, crashed wherever there was room. Brought memories of summers at the cottage in Picton, Ontario to mind... well, except for the refreshments.
Had pancakes with real maple syrup for breakfast, then went swimming in the St. Lawrence's strong currents. Despite the weather forecast, it was a hot, sunny day.
Heading back, festival traffic turned the trip through Vieux Quebec along boul. Champlain from a max. 10 min. drive to an hour plus exercise in standstill torture. We convinced our friend to drop us off at the start of traffic (she lives in Ste.-Foy anyway) and made the 20 min. walk to the residence, passing other friends stuck in their cars along the way.





